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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Over it

Life afresh from tomorrow onwards. Worries aside, now let's think & plan ahead for a bright future, shall I? For the sake of my future, at least.

Hold up.
This cellphone. For a minute, I just feel like smashing it hard to the wall & all. You've made me feel badly neglected of late. In times of need & everything urgent. But, oh well. Who cares. I'm going with the flow for now. I can't be bothered anymore.
. . .

The college admin had booked mom for an appointment today. =.=" How dull & dry can a meeting be, especially when they talk about the code of conduct in school & that gist (the tone! they sounded like i was one slacker or sth, with a bad record of punctuality. i swear i wasnt one!) On top of that all, I must say the last part of the meeting was truly a fruitful one. Hot vp spoke to mom! Okay. Hmm. *roll eyes*

. . .

Gonna job-hunt after 2nd dec. Perhaps I shall ask dila for favour- recommend me a place in zara. Perhaps working could remedy this sickly mind of those unwanted burdens. Fingers crossed.

I'm fatigued. I'm fatigued of all this nonsense about making & thinking of wild guesses & then re-console myself time & again that I'm cared & loved for & that I have nothing to worry about & that I'm just being paranoid. Sometimes I wonder how you rank myself in your so-called list of priorities. Sometimes I wonder how you actually define 'Love' in your own words. Sometimes I even think that I'm mentally distorted, and that I'm a girl with a confused mind. I don't know. Fuck, I don't know.

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,